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“The Power of the Written Word”
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The Influenza Vaccine: Setting the Records Straight
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I’m Flying With Kids, Guess What’s in My Quart Ziploc Bag?
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Twelve Months, Twelve Books
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The Most Dangerous Thing on the Road
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Supressing the Urge to Not “Martha Stewart” All Over My Kids
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The Biological Clock and the Holidays
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If I Had a Tattoo…
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Rico
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Now I Understand Teri Garr

“The Power of the Written Word”

In my October 23, 2013, post “Errant Body Fluids and Other (Viral) Situations” I made mention that one of my boys threw up in our refrigerator.  (Don’t worry. This is the only body fluid references in this post).  Well, a few weeks after I pressed the “publish” button on that post…a friend texts my husband that the home containing the ill-fated kitchen appliance went up for sale. Could it be, although it would be a snowball’s chance in Southwest Colorado, that the proud owners of our old home READ that post????  It would be a remarkable coincidence.  And no, I…

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The Influenza Vaccine: Setting the Records Straight

(This post was originally published January 22, 2014, and has been updated for the 2015-2016 influenza season.) The bad news:  cold and flu season is upon us.  The good news:  we can put up our dukes against it.  The season is a hot topic amongst moms and I recall one particular day that was no exception.  Discussion of who was ill and for how long infected a session at my yoga studio and the talk led to that of who got the flu vaccine, who did not, and the defense of their decisions.  Back when I was a practicing physician…

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I’m Flying With Kids, Guess What’s in My Quart Ziploc Bag?

Over the holidays, we flew the friendly skies back to Iowa to visit family.  Packing for a family of five is a real trip (pun intended!) and in the middle of this project, my husband and I had a conversation that went something like this: Hubby:  How large a bottle of liquid can we take in our carry-on? Me:  Um, I think 3 ounces.  Why? Hubby:  Well, these mini bar liquors say 50 ml.  How many ounces is that? Me (doing some quick head-math):  Let’s see…about 1.6 ounces.  And you can have only one one-quart plastic bag for yourself.  (thoughtful…

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Twelve Months, Twelve Books

I’m not a fan of New Year’s Resolutions, for two reasons.   In the past I have set unrealistic goals (I will never, ever say “@#%&*!” again!) or because I simply forget I made a resolution  to begin with (Mommy Brain).  This year, however, I came up with a goal, not a random idea as in years past but a pursuit born of something I have wished to accomplish for some time:  read more books.  My nightstand is perpetually piled with reading material and my reading list expands every time I peruse the book reviews in a magazine or walk…

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The Most Dangerous Thing on the Road

Everyone agrees that cell phone use for chatting, texting or playlist-searching while operating a motor vehicle is a bad idea.  We don’t always take “the high road” in this respect but we all know it is dangerous to not give undivided attention to keeping our cars, vans and SUVs safely on the road.  But what about that other distraction?  I don’t mean lunch or the annoying rattle coming from the glove box (although tending to either is a bad idea as well).  I mean children.  Wow.  I am amazed I haven’t gone off the road with the distraction of my…

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Supressing the Urge to Not “Martha Stewart” All Over My Kids

I’m certainly not Martha Stewart.  It’s been said that even Martha Stewart is not really Martha Stewart.  Anyway, as the holidays roll around I think often about an episode of the now-archived “Oprah” I recall watching several years ago.  Martha Stewart was a guest, as was a girl about the age of six and if I remember correctly, this youngster was Oprah’s godchild.  There was a segment of the show devoted to her making a craft, cookie or other “child-friendly” project with Ms. Martha. Who this child was, and what the craft/cookie event taking place entailed doesn’t really matter.  What…

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The Biological Clock and the Holidays

I could start this post out with a canned statement such as “The Holidays are about….”  But that just doesn’t feel right.  I am having trouble getting this one going and think that ‘s a sign I just need to get to the point.  So, here it goes. People face illness, loss and other personal tragedies and struggles all year around.  Our family knows some of these people personally and lately, it seems that number is growing. Women are labelled with having the “biological clock” but really, everyone does.  Men, children and postmenopausal women included.  Our bodies don’t check the…

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Rico

It’s a tiny spit of a town along Colorado’s Highway 145, a rare civilized stop between Telluride and Cortez.  In hard mileage the distance is modest, but Rico is a far cry from the beautiful-people atmosphere of the former and the over-franchised latter.  There isn’t much there…a mercantile, a bar, and a couple shops selling a few things tourists like to buy.  The structures are reminiscent of an old mining town, like Telluride, but with only spare modifications and upkeep.  No meticulously kept lawns.  No establishments selling upscale clothing or artisan olive oils.  My family and I passed through Rico…

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Now I Understand Teri Garr

If you remember the movie “Mr. Mom” from the early 1980’s where the unemployed Michael Keaton character stays home with his kids while his wife (played by Teri Garr) goes back to work, what scenes come to mind?  For me, there are three:  TOW (sorry, I am a huge Friends fan) “Mr. Mom” feeds the baby chili and TOW he dons the equivalent of a hazmat suit to change the same baby’s diaper (serves him right having to deal with baby-chili indigestion!).  And the third?  The one where Teri Garr is having a meal with her boss, and she starts cutting…

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